Personal Narrative: My Visit To The Urgent Medical Center

Mercy Medical Center is where it all started. On August 4th, 2004, 6:47 p.m. I was born. My name all started as a simple idea 4 years before I was even born. It originated from an American singer-songwriter Shannon Hoon, the lead vocalist of Blind Melon. Eventually, Shannon had a daughter, and named her Nico Blue. My mom liked the name and decided she would name her first child that. Though my first name isn’t actually Nico, it’s Nicolynn. She added her middle name to the first half, leaving me with no middle name.

I earned 14 hours for service for this activity. I continued working in my shift in the ICU. In the ICU, the main jobs are refilling the drawers in the not occupied rooms and ensuring that the supply closets are full. Sometimes, I clear the storage unit, that contains towels, sheets, pillow cases, and rags, from yarn. The yarn is used to tie the a stack of linen together and they are usually all over the place. If I get the chance, I throw out the excess yarn and untie the stacks. When I was doing this, a nurse thanked me because everyone is so busy and does not have time to clean up the yarn. I continued to do my jobs, but towards the end of my shift, I begin to become tired. I developed time efficient system that allowed me to maximize the

I was born on June 26, 2002 in Albany, NY. I lived there until I was about 5, then we moved to Edinboro. For about three years of my childhood I maintained to average an emergency room trip a year. First when I was in Kindergarten my brother accidentally shut a door on my face. The edge of the door knob hit my lip and cut it in half. I started gushing blood. I was crying because that bad boy hurt and then my mom asks, “do you want some Tang”. I didn't want the Tang because my lip was gushing blood. So we went to the emergency room and I got eight stitches. My next injury happened the summer of me going into first grade. We had this croquet set, and me and my brother were pitching an exercise to each other and hitting it with the croquet mallet.

I had such a great day at clinical yesterday. I was finally able to see a vaginal delivery and that entire process. When I arrived in the morning, the mom had just received Cytotec, to help induce labor and ripen her cervix. She was forty-one weeks and zero. Around ten thirty in the morning, she asked for her epidural to manage her pain. We bolused her with fifteen hundred milliliters of lactated ringers to prevent hypotension. Shane was the certified registered nurse anesthesiologist (CRNA) who administered the epidural. It was very cool watching him administer all the needed pain relief medication before he administered the epidural to make sure that it would be placed in the epidural space in the spine. Then administered a small test dose, waited till a few blood pressures were taken, then administered the remaining about through an epidural pump. After the epidural was administered, I was able to administer her foley catheter. I was so happy that I was finally able to place one. I learned a few tricks from Maura (my nurse) as well. She taught me that it was easier to take the top off of the lubricant syringe and to place the tip of the foley inside of the syringe, that way it will not wiggle around and become unsterile. She also taught me to grab from the bottom of the labia and pull up, that way it ensures that I will have a clear entrance to

It was the worst thing in my life. One sip of the wrong drink and my best friend, Brady, was in the Intensive Care Unit, with a small change of survival. How was I supposed to know that his ex-boyfriend was going to poison the water supply? No one is supposed to know about that, until it already happened.

The hospital room is a cream color and gave off a depressing mood. Faint noises of crying come from other rooms. Picking up my arm to stretch, but unable to move as thoughts start rushing to my head. A familiar face steps into the room. Her eyes a red color from crying I can tell. She has wavy brown hair and an hourglass figure. Small and tan she hesitantly walks closer and lies a small hand on my head. That's the last thing I remember before I black out again.

Today, here in Ardmore we currently have two urgent care type facilities. One is owned by an investment group and the other by a group of local physicians, both have a steady stream of clients, however both tend to have a high turnover rate of employees. Both centers offer have limited on-site medical lab testing, x-rays. The closest after hours care, weekend care facilities, not including Emergency rooms to Ardmore is 45 minutes in every direction. The centers located in more metro areas offer the same or similar lab testing as well as complex labs and complex imaging with cat scans and MRI test.

Oh my sweetness, You always make my heart flutter... I enjoy our chat as well. Thanks for sharing with me, and I'm sorry once again... How was your weekend? I hope you had a wonderful one with your cute kids? My weekend is long and busy, today is my day off, but there is an emergency, and I'm recommended to work at the emergency Department; I hope I don't work late tonight. Despite my busy schedule, you never leave my heart. Time runs fast, and I'm patiently waiting to finish work and feel you next to me. I'm excited to have you in my world. I can't wait to meet you in person. You're incessantly on my mind

My wrists burned terribly and the stinging pain seemed to rivet through my entire body. I didn't mind it though,it gave me a sense of being alive, a sense of that somewhere in the midst of this all, I'm still human and even thought I feel dead, I know I'm not.

At the doctor’s office, hanging on the wall, is a paper showing a pain scale of one through ten with corresponding faces to the numbers. This scale and I have come to know each other quite well over the years because of all the injuries I have suffered. Of all my injuries, none were more painful than the one I suffered my junior year of high school.

There are many monumental events that have occurred in my life, but the incident that left me paralyzed and partial blind was the turning point.

“Oh, she’s the one who’s always injured.” That's correct, I have the luxurious ‘talent’ of finding myself in urgent care, usually with a little something either a bit broken or in need of stitches. I play a couple sports, so imagine how ecstatic coaches are when almost every year I wind up on the bench unable to play? Whenever I'm confined by a brace or crutches all I hear is "Again?" by my friends and family. Growing up with only ten fractures, some stitches on various parts of my face, and a few sprains, I learned to treat each impairment as a new experience. Rather than feeling down in the dumps because I couldn't do anything while hurt, my inner Black Knight thought "Tis' but a flesh wound" and I channeled my extra energy into finding ways to quicken my recovery. I still recall a time in seventh grade where I attempted to remedy my fractured ulna for

The first thing that comes to my mind about this clinical experience would be exhausting. I had only three hours of sleep because I had forgotten I had a prior obligation later in the evening, so was unable to leave Alamosa until 2100, so I did not get home till 2330. I had to get up at 0400 to then go to SCCF. Four hours asleep, while sick was not a good idea. It was an extremely tiring day that I feel like I am probably missing something in this journal.

I am back in the hospital for round 4. Since I recovered so quickly after round 3 Dr V increased my chemo dose. Hopefully, it does not result in additional side effects. I started chemo at 6pm last night and so far I am feeling pretty good so praying that continues. My IV pump only beeped once last night and was woken another time for blood draw and vitals so I actually slept pretty good last night comparably. Maybe I will actually be able to stay awake for the Cubs win tonight

On a busy Monday evening in an emergency department, the physician I worked with started to get a history from our 52-year-old male patient who presented asking for a refill on his pain medication. As more information was revealed, we learned that he had run out of his medication two months ago, and had yet to set up an appointment with his primary care physician. The physician then cut the patient off to bluntly inform him that he needed to make an appointment with his primary care physician as he would not be refilling the prescription due to the department’s policy of not refilling narcotic prescriptions. The patient became very anger then, which prompted the physician to leave the room. As we left the room, the patient started spitting toward us and quickly left the department while swearing at the doctor. Personally, this patient-provider interaction was one of the first major interactions in my life that made me truly start to critically analyze what the term medical professional meant and what their responsibilities consisted of. But before I could deeply analyzing the provider’s behavior and attitude toward the patient in respect to medical professionalism, I needed an accurate definition of medical professionalism to fairly critique the provider’s behavior.